Starry Night

It was the blueness
Capturing the senses
Bigger than comprehension
Much bigger
Skies swirled
With light on the move
Each one out there...a sun
And a flow of sheen
West to east
As if spilled milk
Small town was featured
Only few homes
With detail
And one reaching
Hopeful steeple
Also a gracious cedar
Made larger than life
Older than the rest
It seemed
Surrounding hills and bush
Like creeping lion's paws
Trying to reclaim
The lot.
All much too large
For any mind to grasp
But he had tried
Vincent had
And we still honour
His brilliant impression
In our front hall.


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